RACISM

I stand up and,

I look around

I lookup,

I look down,

I look left,

I look right. 

Everything is filled with color...

 

Even me.

 

We live in a world where color defines us

And when push comes to shove

 violence is our initial reaction.

 

When we should be all together we are convinced that that is not an option.

Angry mob protests, disturbed boy cries angry mob yells louder, mother clenches boys hands.

destroyed house,

shattered hearts.

We are broken

 

 

we say we need to stand for what we believe in so……..

 here I am.

 

Theres a fine line between fine and i’m fine 

 

 fine is used in the sense that you don't care you give up an argument you started

 

 im fine hides the emotion that fine,

 is not fine fine is dying inside

 im fine, I lied, im dying inside.

When I look at me I see……

Wait what do I see

My minds an empty void

Where will it lead me.

Not healthy not fine I am me

my skin is my skin im beautiful outside and in.

 

My cry is to know that im heard

 

like the spring day with the song of a bird

Im not dead im here im alive and im not fine

You say that say sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me

But words are sticks and stones burying no breath no life no hope

 

Blm black lives matter

BIM believe in me im not just black im a human being

 Im beautiful Im brave im blessed you also say im not okay you’re right im not fine well,

 can we talk about it

okay ….. fine.